On a certain day and night in April of the first year of the mainland Gregorian calendar, under the city of Nabrus, the Mastar military camp. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the help of the Fields family and the betrayal of the Rossi family, Maximilian I finally forced the Filges family, the long-standing enemies of the Heineer family, to the last step. However, even a dying lion has the ability to make the hunter helpless against it for quite some time. Now, that's the state of the siege of Nabrus.

"General."

"Hehe, Thorin's chess skills are really superb, I lost again."

"Your Excellency has conceded it."

"Another game?"

"Your Excellency the Duke, forget it."

"Yes......" Maximilian I heard something else in the other man's tone, and he played with the "king" in his hand for a long time, and finally spoke as if he had made up his mind: "Tell me, O Thorin, what is the difference between me and Henry Nasser in your eyes?" I think I have an advantage over him in every way, so why wouldn't you want to play for me? Is it simply for the sake of loyalty? ”

Thorin Luce raised the tin wine glass beside him, slowly drank the remaining liquid from it, and began to reply after putting the wine glass down: "Your Excellency the Duke (the Heinel family was still emperor at the time, and was still nominally the Duke of the Articut Empire), you know the process of the gem coming to the world. All gemstones, no matter how shiny they are now, are no different from other ordinary stones in appearance. However, there are some discerning people who will find its meaning when it is still a stubborn stone, and then it will be put on the table and processed by craftsmen to show its dazzling brilliance. When it shines, other people who would have regarded it as a small thing will flock to it, praising it, singing about it, wanting to take it for themselves. So, a sensible person like you should understand that a gemstone should belong to the person who discovered it? Or should it belong to those who later desperately wanted to have it? ”

Maximilian I couldn't help but blush, "I understand what you mean, but I won't give up my thoughts, after all, you're still with me." ”

Thorin smiled, unconcerned by the coercion in the other party's words, "I'm going to be a dutiful hostage." ”

A few days later, when Maximilian I returned to Thorin's camp, he was nowhere to be found. The only thing left behind was a letter.

"Your Excellency,

Maybe I should change my name to His Majesty the Emperor, I have been nagging in your place for a long time, saying that I am a hostage, but in fact I am being treated as a guest of honor. This made me very uneasy, and on the occasion of parting, I offered a clumsy plan, which should be the money for food. As for the accommodation fee, I would like to give you a piece of advice.

Now that the fragmentation of the continent is clear, Your Excellency must not let your desire to recreate the empire's territory at sunset. Although the territory of the empire is not as large as Renosque and Pamis, the climate is superior to that of the two countries, and the production is abundant and fully developed, so it is not an extravagant thing to be proud of the others. But I know your nature, and I am afraid that as long as the Heineer family is in charge, he will not die of ambition to reunify the continent. If you insist on your long-cherished wish, then please also use force after three generations, otherwise I am afraid that the national strength will not be able to catch it, and the empire itself will suffer another disaster.

At this point, it is no longer beyond my control. Your Excellency treats me very kindly, and I don't want to meet each other, but I'm afraid you won't be able to fulfill my wish, and there will be a period later.

…………”

Maximilian I crumpled the parchment with resentment and regret, but after a while, he released his grip as if he had put his mind at ease.

The next day, the city of Nabrus broke .......

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In May 91 of the mainland Gregorian calendar, it was a sunny morning.

The May sun in Caiunescu is the most pleasing, not as if it were too hot, but rather as if the whole body was surrounded by warmth. On such a morning, a beautiful young lady also got up early, which was very unusual compared to the ordinary aristocratic lady who slept until three o'clock in the morning. After a simple breakfast, she sat down on a chaise longue on the balcony of her house and read the words on a few rolls of parchment. The gentle breeze brushed her hair and skirt, and the intoxicating atmosphere that permeated the air in mid-spring set off the graceful demeanor of a girl who was concentrating on the papers.

After a long time, the girl suddenly noticed a shadow appear on the scroll she was looking at, and she looked up as a matter of course, and the same charming golden eyes were imprinted into her charming amethyst eyes.

"Can't you just go through the main gate once?" The girl asked with a smile, no doubt her smile was enough to captivate the country.

The golden-eyed young man shook his head to sober himself up from the beauty he had just seen, and with a cynical look, he replied, "I will only give myself one chance to go through the main gate of the Luce family, and that is the day I marry Miss Caterina, and I will solemnly complete that journey." ”

"Then it looks like you don't have a chance to walk through the front door anymore." Caterina was still smiling.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I don't believe you haven't heard anything about it, be honest, my dear Highness the Crown Prince." Caterina closed the scroll.

The young man's face immediately sank, and he stood quietly to the side, not saying a word. Ignoring the other party's displeasure, Caterina stood up and went to the veranda to enjoy the gentle willow breeze of May.

"Katarina," said the young man who would later be called Titus II, after a short while, "come with me, come with me to Mastar." You will be the queen, the most dazzling, the most brilliant and the most enviable queen in the history of Mastar. I will give you everything I have. So, eloping with me, and being hunted down by tens of thousands of Nasibis, should have been a good honeymoon. The youth's tone changed to cynicism at the end.

"Hehe, my dear Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the last sentence is your style." Caterina smiled coquettishly, and after putting away her smile, she immediately said, "If my great-grandfather had made a different decision under Aloce nearly a hundred years ago, then maybe I should be your wife today, what a pity." ”

When the young man heard this, he rushed over and grabbed the girl's shoulders almost in a rage, "Katarina, I don't believe that you really don't love me, and that you are really willing to be that kind of pathetic political victim, you are a smart girl, don't you understand?" Are you willing to marry someone you've never met? ”

"Titus, you are the future Emperor of Mastar."

When the young man heard this, he struck a stirring spirit and let go of Katarina.

"You'll be a good emperor."

"I will give birth to a daughter who is more beautiful than you, and you should pray that your family will not have another son, otherwise I will let my daughter seduce the men of the Luce family. Let them bear the charge of betrayal, if the daughter can't do it, the granddaughter, great-granddaughter, the fate of the Henell family and the Leus family will not be broken in your and my generation. The young man cursed and left the other party's mansion, of course, not above board.

Looking at the direction of Crown Prince Mastar's departure, Katerina secretly mocked herself: "I am really selfish, I obviously don't love each other, but I still want to leave my own mark in his heart." Titus has a terrible curse, and I wonder if any of my children can resist the temptation of a beautiful woman with golden eyes. ”

The wind blew up the parchment scroll that had been set aside, and the corner of the scroll was prominently signed: "Henry Keisel (note: Keisel is the surname of Henry III's father), made on May 5, 88 in the Gregorian calendar." ”

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On the evening of April 5, 263 in the mainland Gregorian calendar, the southern suburbs of Dayang Nier.

This evening in France has the most beautiful sunset and sunset on the mainland. In normal times, the here and now is a time and space that is enough to make people poetic. And today, the same is true, but the poet is afraid that in the face of the scene in front of him, he can only write an extremely tragic "National Martyrdom".

The remnants of the sun were like blood, and the battlefield that had been noisy for a day was gradually falling into a dead silence, especially for the Nasibis army. With the exception of the main general, Seret Julius, there were basically no living Nasibis soldiers to be seen. Around them, Emperor Mastar's Praetorian Guard had regrouped, waiting for orders from above to kill them. Although the formation of the Mastar people can only be described as sparse, it is more numerous than Seret's own formation.

"Your Majesty, the Praetorian Guard is ready, just waiting for your orders." Viscount Jephaus Lippi, the chief of the Marstar court, who was wearing ill-fitting armor, stepped forward to report that due to the lack of manpower due to heavy casualties, even the court lords who accompanied the emperor also played the role of herald.

The emperor of Mastar, Titus IV, later known as Titus the Great, slowly opened his eyes and scanned the battlefield as he conquered the entire province of Yarra, and then said, "Send messengers to salute them and persuade them to surrender with dignity." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The court chief humbly retreated.

Ten years later, Seret saw a horse galloping out of the opposing formation, and the opponent held high the white flag. Seret understood what he meant, and hurriedly stopped the bow opening of the soldiers around him. "Bring that guy here."

The Mastars were quickly brought before Seret, "Does your emperor have anything to say?" ”

"His Majesty the Emperor respects you." The herald said in a serious manner in the official language of the mainland.

"Thank you for your courtesy, and please convey my respect to His Majesty the Emperor as well." Seret also replied in the Continental Mandarin.

"Aren't you leaving?" Seret then saw the herald's hesitation.

Between the safe preservation of their lives and the honorable obedience to orders, it seems that the Mastarians chose the latter.

"His Majesty the Emperor also said that your army has done its duty, and can lay down its arms with dignity and leave here safely." The herald, though ready to give up his life, carefully observed Seret's expression.

After hearing this, Seret smiled helplessly, turned back to the people in this formation, and said: "Everyone has heard it, you and you have worked hard until now, and you are very grateful to you, and those who are willing to leave now can leave freely." Even without Emperor Mastar's promise, Seret would do everything in his power to get him back to his family. ”

After saying that, Seret turned away and did not look back at the crowd again. Everyone understands what the Lord General means, and those who don't want to stay can leave openly, and no one will bother with you. The herald of Mastar, bewildered at first, then surprised, and finally the gentleman respectfully bowed to the Nasibes.

"Your Majesty......" Viscount Lippi's voice rang out again.

"I see." Titus the Great opened his closed eyes again, and the closed eyes just now made him feel that he could communicate with the soul of the other party's main general, "After all, it is a member of the Leus family, it seems that the Heine Dynasty has always had nothing to do with the Leus family, whether it is the founding emperor, or my ancestor with the same name, and I are the same result." ”

"Praetorian Guards - Attack!" A minute after the emperor sighed.

"Glory of Nasibis, attack!"

Even the smallest waves will still crash against the huge shore rock without hesitation.

"Seret Leus, if you have time for these whimsical things, you might as well practice your riding skills."

"Serret, your father and I also liked to fantasize when we were young, but this can't be brought into the army."

"Master Serret, it's been a long time since you've come to visit someone, and they miss you very much."

"Mr. Seret Leus? Hello, I am from the Pension Division of the Military Department, and as you may have guessed, I have brought you very bad news, that your father, Lord Russell Lussell, has unfortunately died in battle, and this is the instrument for the pension that you should receive, please sign here. ”

"Serret, take care of the problems caused by your father's defeat. I hope you don't let me down like your father did. ”

"O Seret, my grandson, you have the blood of the house of Leus in your veins, and do not disgrace it for cowardice."

"Lu Siqing, you really lived up to expectations and returned victorious, I really didn't misread the wrong person, the royal family's trust in your family is the same even in the most critical moment."

"What are you talking about? Do you want me to be infamy as a fallen king? It is impossible to lose the legacy left by the founding kings. I said, Lord Leus, you must have been encouraged by something. None of your ancestors persuaded a king to do such a thing! ”

"Lord Luce, can we win?"

"For Nacybis, for Lord Ryus, I will fight until the last moment."

I'm sorry, guys, we failed. All the images dimmed the moment Nasibis's young commander's eyes lost their brilliance, his body slowly softened, and the setting sun projected the kneeling corpse onto a tattered Nasibis's military flag, and then the cold evening breeze blew the shattered cloth into the sky.